Dawn Treader Valley Να πνίξεις όλα όσα οι άλλοι λεν μες τη σιωπή

Ah!
His smile stretches, and while to anyone else it may have been disingenuous, for her, it was true. A warm quality to it; toothy, as a laugh billows from his chest. A Lady you shall be, then, one paw snakes out amid the drygrass, in search of hers. A peace offering. and I a Lord.
And then; well, he thought himself easy enough to get along with! But she, perhaps, was another story. While he was a vulture that crowed and scavenged with talons made of steel, an opportunist; she was but a cobra. Venomous, dangerous.
An adversary. A barbarian. And yet here he was.
I wish to know you, Andromache, his voice is soft, gentle, which surprises even him. and I wish for you to know me. We are not enemies. Or at least they didn't have to be.